This is a spin-off for Marie, one of my characters from Ce n’est pas grave. She’s the one that recently pulled the plug on a 10-year relationship. This is merely an attempt to understand why she’d prefer arranged marriages to the autonomous ones that our predecessors shed tears and raised hell for. Enjoy 🙂 * She… Continue reading Marie.
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I need to talk to you before life dissolves you and you forget about me. I heard your name recently and I wondered how you were. Isn't it funny? That one day you could be seated next to someone in a class, or taking photos together, or sharing your crazy experiences, or lying next to… Continue reading Ce n’est pas grave
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Cue my ten- thousandth listen of ‘I Drink Wine‘ off of Adele’s album – 30. Stay at the chorus, ‘So I hope I learn to get over myself, stop tryin’ to be somebody else, so we can love each other for free’.
I don’t often think about the things I can and can’t survive because somehow, so far, I just do. I have continued to be here complete with my aliveness in years that have taken so much from me. Yes, I have gained so much in the same breath and still, my breath feels better held than released. I’ve spoken a little about how jarring movement, progress, ends and beginnings can feel when it is a reminder of how much has and is changing. Especially while I still feel like the ground beneath my feet is sinking sand.
I am a lot of things and lately, loudly…
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I’m in my most precious bedsitter that my friend Suzie calls a ‘Rectangular Vagina’. A well-played nickname because it's pink like a baby's tongue. From the walls, to the curtains, to my shoe rack, to my slippers…. In fact, the only colour that threatens its dominant existence is the purple of my custom made closet.… Continue reading Blame It On The Wine
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